Tuesday Tell-All

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*Every morning on the way to work, I see the most mind-blowing sunrises. I finally decided to bring my camera with me yesterday to try and capture it, and what these pictures don’t tell you is how dangerous trying to take pictures of a sunrise behind you is–I not only almost lost the camera, but I kept going across that teeth-chattering bumpy part in the middle that wakes up drowsy drivers. But I got the pictures! Mission accomplished.

*So guess where the best place to eat in Tremonton is? The hospital. I’m totally not even kidding–I was skeptical at first (despite literally everyone telling me that that was just the way it was), but then I tried it, and I’ve been hooked ever since. Pretty much I look forward to days when I don’t have enough time to pack a lunch because they mean that – woo hoo! – I get to have the daily lunch special. I’m telling you, you’ve gotta try it. Today they had fresh-made churros for dessert and everything.

*I haven’t exercised in over three weeks now and am basically feeling like a blob. The trouble is, I come home so tired from working a ten or eleven-hour workday that I don’t have the energy to work out, and heaven knows that I’m not going to wake up at 4:30 to do it. What should I do? Do you have any solutions?

*I love this time of year. Not only do I adore the slightly cooler weather and the stunning fall leaves, but I just live for the abundance of fruits and vegetables that just seem to present themselves to me in beautiful, free-of-charge bundles. Why just today I picked up about ten homegrown tomatoes from the school, since the other teachers have been putting out all the surplus produce from their vegetable gardens. I’m going to make homemade salsa tonight, and it’s going to be wickedly tasty. You’re welcome to come over it and try it, if you’d like 🙂

*While we’re on the subject of fresh vegetables, on Sunday I had the most amazing tomato-and-mayo sandwich, something I haven’t eaten since I was a kid. Sure, it helped that my mother-in-law had just made the greatest whole wheat bread to put it on, but still–I think I’m going to have to start eating those puppies every day until I run out of the little red suckers.

*Wanna know a horrible truth? I can’t remember the last time our apartment was clean. It goes back to the same excuse of having no energy after work and not wanting to wake up earlier. Of course, let’s be honest–I’ve never been hot at housekeeping. But I’m just putting it out there again so no one expects too much when they come over…

*Today, I realized something totally weird–I was mentioning the fact that it was 9/11 to my students, and then I remembered that they’re only 12 or 13, so they wouldn’t be old enough to even remember it happening. When I pointed this out, I had a couple students adamantly raise their hands and claim that they DID remember it. When I pressed for details, they said, “Yeah–I remember when my family went to New York and saw it. It was only a year ago.” It was crazy to think that they don’t have that as part of their memory bank, just because I remember it so very vividly. My heart goes out to all those who lost family and friends on this day eleven years ago, and I’ll do the best I can to make sure the students of today never forget this historic day.

*To close, I’ll share a rather ridiculous (and embarrassing) story from Back to School night a couple weeks ago. The more I think about this, the more horrified I get about it. So this dad came in to see me and pick up his son’s locker combination for him (since his son was at a football game), and I asked him how tall his son was, so I could know whether to give him a top locker or a bottom locker. When the father said “Oh, he’s pretty tall,” I jokingly replied, “Hopefully not so tall that he’s going to beat me up.” (Mostly I was just saying this because the father was just awkwardly staying in the room instead of leaving quickly, like the other parents). Then he gave me a super weird look and said, “I think I can prevent my son from hitting on a teacher.” My face went bright red and I tried to retrace my steps and explain what I had actually said. All you need to know is that it was very uncomfortable and that now I’m dreading seeing that parent again at parent/teacher conferences. The worst part? I can’t remember whose parent it actually was…

*Anyway, hope that gave you a little chuckle (or at least made you glad that you’re not an awkward first-year teacher). Have a great Tuesday!

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